Sam: I think I tore a ligament or something on top of that stupid bus.Jesse: God, will you stop complaining about it.Sam: I'm not complaining; it just hurts. Jesse: Right, that's called complaining. That's what complaining is.

Michael: Fi, I need your help.Fiona: Michael, I have spent the last year trying to put my life back together. What was left of it. Now things are good. I can't drop everything when you call. Not anymore.Michael: You're right. I'm sorry. I made a promise that things were going to change and then I broke that promise. I'm glad you have that now. Fiona: What do you need?

Michael: Fi, I need your help.Fiona: Michael, I have spent the last year trying to put my life back together. What was left of it. Now things are good. I can't drop everything when you call. Not anymore.Michael: You're right. I'm sorry. I made a promise that things were going to change and then I broke that promise. I'm glad you have that now. Fiona: What do you need?